Being a Lady of an Influential Family

Although Fu Fengcheng had left the Eleventh Battalion for several years, everyone in the Eleventh Battalion still respected him.

Whether it was someone who had been honed in his hands, or someone who just joined in the past two years, they all admired Young Master Fu, the god-man who reshaped the Eleventh Battalion.

This afternoon, the Eleventh Battalion was defeated again by the eldest daughter-in-law. Although it is not good-looking to lose to a woman, everyone is a bold old man, so it is not enough to make a fuss for yourself. Excuse.

The big deal is to fight back. If you really can't win, you can only admit it.

So, after learning from Deputy Zhou Yingkou that Yingzuo was furious after hearing the news, they were asked to wash their necks and go back to wait for death, and the good news that they still had a chance to win back Yicheng to compare marksmanship with the young lady, Eleven The sharpshooters of the battalion all signed up enthusiastically.

Whether it was the one who was killed by Leng Sa, or the one who ended up early and never learned Leng Sa's skills at all.

One more person wins back a little face, and Ying Zuo's mood will be better.

"Fu...well, Fu Yucheng, are you going?" The person sitting next to him asked Fu Yucheng who was eating with his head down, with his elbow.

Fu Yucheng raised his head, looked at the person asking the question and shook his head. Fu Yucheng usually couldn't talk to these people, and he was even more silent tonight.

The few people sitting together didn't make things difficult for him, but asked curiously, "Is this young lady really so powerful?"

"If you're not good enough, can you kill more than 20 of us by yourself?"

"Fourth Young Master, have you ever seen the young lady's marksmanship?"

Fu Yucheng shook his head, he really hadn't seen it before.

"Oh, it's a pity that we are not good at marksmanship, otherwise we have to go up and compete. I heard that the camp was vomited blood from our anger, so why don't we practice until we vomit blood when we go back?" The young soldier said with a bitter face.

Fu Yucheng hesitated for a moment, "The camp...is the camp so strict?" Fu Yucheng only met the battalion commander on the first day he came to the 11th Battalion, and he felt that he was a middle-aged man with a good temper.

"Hey, our battalion trained with the young master back then. The young master has been away for several years. Why is our eleventh battalion still the trump card of the ninth brigade?"

"why?"

"Because... our battalion is not human." The young man gritted his teeth, "He trained us as the young master trained him. So the people from our 11th battalion, the whole ninth brigade and even the second army are scrambling for it."

"..."

There are many people and things are done quickly, and soon a temporary shooting range was set up on the river beach.

Torches were lit all around, and the whole valley was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The Eleventh Battalion, including Zhou Yan, selected a total of 20 people with outstanding marksmanship. Leng Sa couldn't help being a little amused after seeing them. Several of them looked quite familiar, as if they were her defeated opponents in the afternoon.

"Young Madam, please?" Zhou Yan smiled.

Leng Sa stood up, stretched out his hand to take the gun handed over by Xu Shaoming, looked at Zhou Yan and raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you compare?"

Zhou Yan pointed at the shooting range in front of him, and said with a smile: "Young Madam, in the first round, you can shoot faster and more accurately than anyone else."

The temporary shooting range ahead is not a target for ordinary training. It's hundreds of bottles of various kinds that I don't know where. There are soda bottles, canned bottles, and even the plum soup bottles they just drank. They are made of glass, porcelain, iron, and aluminum in various shapes and sizes.

Although there was fire in the night, the bottles were hung in mid-air by a thin rope. There was still a small wind tonight, and when the wind blew, the bottles slowly swayed in the air like swaying wind chimes.

This is much more interesting than ordinary fixed targets.

Leng Sa checked the gun in his hand and said calmly, "Let's start."

"A group of seven, the eldest and young lady please first?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.

Leng Sa smiled and said, "It's better to invite everyone first, and I will be the queen."

Zhou Yan said, "This is not good, the visitor is a guest."

Leng Sa smiled and said: "I'm afraid that the brothers in the eleventh battalion won't have the courage to shoot."

"..." Even though you politely called us brother, even though you are the eldest daughter-in-law, you are still so arrogant that people want to beat you up.

Zhou Yan glanced at the subordinates next to him whose eyes were about to burst into flames, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Then I would like to thank you, Madam, for your courtesy."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"Did you hear that? The Young Madam asked you to come first because she was afraid of hurting you? Don't you thank the Young Madam?" Zhou Yan glanced at the people next to him, not minding adding fuel to the fire.

"Thank you, Young Madam!" The nineteen soldiers shouted in unison, which sounded more like a declaration of war than a thank you.

It started soon, and the sharpshooters from the Seventh and Eleventh Battalions stepped out first, raised their guns and took aim, and fired bang bang when Mao Chunsheng, who was acting as a referee, gave an order.

The person who shoots the most shots in one minute wins. If there are several people with the same number, whoever shoots more effectively wins.

Everyone uses an N-6 pistol produced by the arsenal of the six southern provinces, with an effective range of 100 meters. It is currently a standard weapon uniformly equipped in the six southern provinces.

Leng Sa stood aside and watched with great interest, and a minute passed quickly.

The sharpshooters of the eleventh battalion were indeed not weak. On a night like this, a score of more than 50 meters is not bad.

The soldiers watching the battle cheered one after another, and the atmosphere in the valley became more and more lively.

The staff officer of the Ninth Brigade asked with a smile: "Young Madam, what do you think of the people in the Eleventh Battalion?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Very good."

The results look really good.

The second army itself is the most elite in the six southern provinces except the first army, and the eleventh battalion is the trump card of the ninth brigade, so the ones selected here are naturally the best of the best.

General Lu also laughed when he heard this, "Master, who do you think will be the first tonight?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, but looked up at Leng Sa.

Leng Sa blinked her eyes, expressing her gratitude to Young Master Fu for her kindness.

General Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the young master has full confidence in the young lady. Xiao Zhou, do you see that? Be careful, if you lose again, you will not just lose face to our Ninth Brigade." It has become famous in the whole army, and the speed of gossip in this army is quite astonishing.

Zhou Yan stood at attention and replied, "Yes, traveler!"

One minute per set, even with scoring time is fast.

The first two rounds were over, and it was the last group's turn, which included Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Leng Sa looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Deputy Zhou, please?"

"Please, young lady."

The seven people walked to a fixed position and stood still. Mao Chunsheng saw that the seven people were all ready, so he said, "Start!"

"Bump bump!" The sound of gunfire resounded through the valley again in an instant.

Everyone only saw Leng Sa standing there, raising his hand to shoot as if he didn't need to aim or hesitate at all. The bottle swaying gently in the breeze not far in front instantly shattered to the ground.

The N-6 has 20 rounds of ammunition. Everyone saw that Leng Sa emptied one magazine at a very fast speed and then replaced it with another one to continue without changing his expression.

Both the speed of changing the magazine and the speed of firing the gun are quite amazing. If the bottles in front of her were not constantly being exploded, everyone might think that she just opened her eyes and shot indiscriminately.

"Quick!" One person couldn't help but whispered. They even had the feeling that the gun itself was limiting her speed, which might have been faster otherwise.

When the time was up, the gunfire stopped suddenly.

Everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look at Leng Sa, and Leng Sa looked at Zhou Yan with some embarrassment.

She really didn't come here to mess things up on purpose.

Soon someone calculated the scores, and the two highest in this group were Leng Sa and Zhou Yan.

Leng Sa had fifty-two, Zhou Yan had forty-six.

However, Leng Sa only fired fifty-two shots, while Zhou Yan fired fifty shots.

Leng Sa is not very satisfied with the guy in his hand. It is said that the rate of fire of this thing can reach 100, but in fact Leng Sa thinks that this refers to the time when the state is the best regardless of the performance. A little problem will greatly affect the effect.

It's not that Leng Sa is dissatisfied with the rate of fire, after all, this kind of defense does not need to pursue the rate of fire of submachine guns.

It is said that the effective range is more than 100, but in fact the bullets start to float 50 meters away.

Of course, for ordinary people, the distance of the pistol is enough, so most soldiers in the six southern provinces are quite satisfied with it.

Zhou Yan looked at Leng Sa and couldn't help wiping off his sweat.

This... the distance seems to be a bit far away.

Even though Zhou Yan's grades were already the best among the twenty, they were still lower than Leng Sa's in both quantity and efficiency.

Although Zhou Yan was shocked, he was not someone who could afford to lose.

Despite being shocked, he readily admitted, "I lost, Young Madam is amazing."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Accept."

"Continue?" Zhou Yan had a look of excitement in his eyes. Although he lost to Leng Sa, Zhou Yan cared more about the excitement of meeting a master than the frustration of losing.

Leng Sa didn't care, "Whatever."

Zhou Yan immediately said to the people next to him: "Change the target! Change the gun!"

Soon someone started fiddling, this time not shooting a bottle fifty meters away, but a flag hanging on a tree on a distant hillside.

This time, even fewer people participated, including Leng Sa and Zhou Yan, there were only six people in total.

A total of ten flags were hung on the hillside, and everyone shot freely at the same time.

Soon all six of them changed into rifles, and Leng Sa raised his gun to aim this time but did not rush to shoot.

With night vision and no scope, it is not easy to hit a target 400 meters away. The flagpole supporting the flag is smaller than the bottle just now. The requirement is to hit the flag down, so it's useless if you hit the flag itself.

Those who dare to stand up now are really people with outstanding talent and strength.

After all, it's hard to say whether a person with average eyesight can see the target clearly, let alone shooting.

Like Leng Sa, the others were not in a hurry to make a move.

Everyone behind them couldn't help watching the six people with bated breath, and no one was as loud as before for fear of affecting the performance of the six people.

"Bang!" A young man who was two people away from Leng Sa shot first.

However, it was a pity that the shot did not hit, and everyone couldn't help feeling sorry. The young man was also a little frustrated, but he quickly cheered up and aimed again.

Leng Sa narrowed her eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed across her eyes.

"boom!"

The flag slowly fell in the night.

Once again there was cheering in the valley, and the soldiers of the 11th Battalion obviously couldn't care less about fighting against us now.

"Bang!" This time it was Zhou Yan.

Gunshots sounded one after another in the valley, sometimes accompanied by people's cheers, and the peaceful valley in the past was noisy tonight.

La la la la~ my dears, happy Chinese Valentine's Day~

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